Strange Brew by John Deering for November 10, 2021

It’s really hard to play sixteenth notes wearing space gloves.

Moonlight Sonata?

What?

It’s a lovely air – while it lasts.

Its not 9 O’clock, or Saturday

Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars…

First Oxygen Bar on the moon.

Would an individual string vibrate at a higher frequency without an atmosphere around it?

In space, no one can hear you tickle the ivories.

Playing the Dark Side of the Moon?

Sing us a song you’re the piano moon.

“Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are we losing touch. If you believed they put a man on the moon.”

Can you play “Also sprach Zarathustra” for me?

He says as the Martians eat the rest of his crew…

“I’ll be here the whole week. Tip your waitress. Try the veal. YOu’ve been a great audience goodnight everybody….”

This makes no sense over a spectrum of levels and is certainly not funny.

Or until sunrise, about two weeks.

Play “Stardust.”

He’s a rocket man

All requests for “In Other Words” will be ignored.

I can feel it the air tonight, oh Lord.

Try the Luna Bistro. The food is great, but it’s a little short on atmosphere.

Play the Blue Danube waltz.